A/N: Capcom owns these characters and they're the only ones that can do anything serious & critical alright? Just crack!Drabble like stories from the characters...No bad language in this chapter. Didn't feel like it.

Mundus

Finally!

I have beaten the Son Of Sparda. He's as arrogant as his father, but it wasn't easy to defeat him. Drawing out his memories was difficult enough but now, now I know what had happened to his past and that there IS another son, another offspring that Sparda left behind.

Who would have thought?

That Sparda sired two sons from that human woman?

Pathetic.

Taking a human woman when clones of them would have sufficed is something I can't comprehend. Why did Sparda have need of this human female? Women were only useful as sexual objects, deception and if I hone them right, create them, fashion them in the way I want – they become fighting machines.

I await the day when the last son of Sparda comes into my lair and I can steal his soul. Use him to my advantage and the world to humanity will open up again.

It will just as it was before…..

Lucia

Mother told me that I should meet the Son of Sparda. I close my eyes and think about him. Not the Son, but the father. How he would have been just like his father I think.

I place my hand over the image of him, the statue of Sparda there on our altar.

Hidden beneath our island and guarded well. Only an experienced and skilled hunter could pass through the guarded walls, through the puzzles and traps to get to it. And only then, they must possess the wits and manipulation of a Jester.

Sometimes, if mother isn't looking, or if she's busy, I make my way down the Underground caves, and fight through the traps, only to find myself face to face with his image.

I kneel before the statue and offer candles and praise, my undying love and devotion.

And if I'm lucky, I feel the spirit go inside me….

All the way in. Touching a core in my very being that is spiritually part of me; every essence of my creation until I scream and something taps like the amulets Mother gave me.

Where did Mother get them? I pant. I huff. My breath swirls out in a smoky fuzz when the temperature drops. But my body, it's on fire.

There is such as a thing as feeling ecstatic energy, pulsating deep within my fertile womb. Touching me in those secret places that I never dared hoped.

Never dared dream and imagine.

O'Father.

Who Art in all Marli, I offer myself to you.

Then my wings, they spread out like razor sharp blades and the feathers fall on the ground. They scatter all around me, taking everything, touching anything with flesh.

Until they bleed.

That is my sacrifice.